Ed Motta - The Man from the Oldest Building lyrics

If I could love the music in the air
If I could go just dancing everywhere
If I was the one who fights to live
With never care

And in green parks i'd run until I'm light
And in pictures i'd be the best upright
And in every street someone was there
To hold me tight but, I never go
(I don't even try to) where the others go
(I don't even cry for) and the taste I find
No one else will find

No one is there when I climb the stairs
And no one ever is watching my movies
The movies I live in no one on the sidewalk
The side that I step on nobody will order
My sweet pies and so
For this helluva drink i'm alone with me, me

And I go home to meet my newest chair
And I whistle like something's in the air
Then the elevator doors unfold
And there was you all around you
Is smelling something new all about you
Is shining into view
When I turned the lights and shut the door
Then there was you

See my furniture (Try my dusty pillows)
See my window view (That's a bat who dances)
These are my old stamps
I collect these things

But, I forgot to introduce myself
I'm just the guy
From the oldest of buildings
The emptiest party the strangest of clothing
The top of the listings of no matches ever
But still burning deep
To be tempted to learn so
Oh, please, won't you sit